FanFic One-Shots

Merthur - Merlin is kinda slow

Next is a sterek fic XD

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Arthur Pendragon was quite renowned for his possessiveness and protectiveness over what he considered his. From the toys he had to the people serving under him. His father, Uther Pendragon, had thought it was a phase but when Arthur was fourteen and almost killed a knight for getting his mare injured well Uther realized that it was not a phase but just another part of what made Arthur well Arthur.

Anyone who knew of this knew that the person Arthur would fall for would have a lot to deal with.

They had no idea how wrong they were.

Prince Arthur Pendragon was busy glowering from above his royal bed room with his ocean blue eyes as he proceeded to run his hand through his blonde hair for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. Arthur had not been happy of late.

His manservant seemed to constantly be around Guinevere or known as Gwen, Morgana's handmaiden. At first Arthur thought it was just friendship but of late Merlin had been keeping more and more secrets and being more private about what he does. So there was only one conclusion and that was Merlin was in love with Gwen but Merlin had not realized something.

Merlin was Arthur's manservant, he belonged to him also him being in love with Merlin had nothing to do with it.

'Liar.' Arthur's conscious had other ideas.

Now the sight Arthur was glowering at from behind his window of his bedroom was that of Merlin having a laugh with Gwen.

Why did Merlin ever laugh with him like that? he thought. His mood went from unhappy to annoyed until it was eventually just bloody angry. He needed this little thing Merlin had going with Gwen to end and immediately.

Arthur then began to pace his chambers as he thought of ways to make sure they stayed very far from each other and maybe make Merlin suffer for a bit for not knowing his place. After a few minutes of pacing the door to his chamber opened and in walked in the object of his unpleasant moods.

Merlin.

Merlin was just a bit taller with raven colored hair and brilliant blue eyes that always held mischief. He walked into the prince's chambers with a smile but the smile soon faltered when he saw Arthur giving him a dangerous smile. Merlin felt as if he should turn back as Arthur was probably plotting how he could make Merlin suffer today. Taking a deep breath he stood his ground.

"What do you need done today Arthur?" He had no idea what Arthur had planned for him.

"Well Merlin it seems... that it has come to my attention that you have been slacking off..."

"Excuse me?"

"Sire."

"What?"

"It is sire, my lord or your highness. Do you not know how to address someone? Just because you go to the tavern a lot does not mean you need to lose your manners."

Merlin was now scowling. I wish I went to the tavern instead of saving your clot pole arse, he thought as he awaited his so called punishment for slacking off.

"Sorry your highnass I do tend to be forgetful might be the fruit and vegtables thrown at me when I get sent to the stocks."

"Whatever Merlin. Now I have several chores for you I need done."

"What is it this time? Muck the stables?"

"Actually yes -"

"How would I have ever known?!"

Arthur threw Merlin a dirty look before continuing.

"Muck the stables, groom the horses, clean my room, wash and sew my clothes, polish my sword and armor, find me some daisies, get my bath ready, get my lunch ready, bring my lunch to me, write my speech, write down all the weapons in the armory, write down all the food we have stocked up and the other supplies, find every broken thing in the castle write it down and report to me, "shock took over Merlin's face. " and find everything that is valuable in the castle and write it down... wait one more clean all my tack while you at it I think it's starting to lose its appeal in the form of dust and dirt."

"What?"

"Oh and it needs to all be done today!"

"You are crazy!"

"I am a prince and I expect the best to serve me."

"You are a prat! Dollop head! Clot pole!"

"DO you even know what that means?"

"Yes."

"Describe them in two words."

"Arthur Pendragon."

"Merlin!"

"Will you look at the time I have chores to do! Bye!" Merlin rushed out the prince's chambers as Arthur called his name angrily. As Merlin was rushing to get his chores done he could not think what he had done to anger him so. It actually made him a bit depressed.

This went on for days and days, Arthur was a bit gleeful but Merlin was downright miserable. He was missing sleep and he hadn't had a decent conversation with anyone, he missed being a normal sleeping sociable human. It was five days later when he snapped.

Merlin stormed in Arthurs chambers with fury. He spotted Arthur writing away at his desk. Probably more stupid chores for him, he thought. He waltzed up to the desk slammed his hands down finally causing Arthur to look up.

"What is your issue Merlin?!"

"You!"

"Excuse me?!"

"You! Arthur Pendragon are my issues! Your stupid long list of chores is ruining my chance to be a normal human being! I haven't slept properly and I miss having a chance to chat with people like Gwen!"

"Well maybe if you chatted less I wouldn't have to punish you!"

"What?"

"Maybe if you spent more time as my manservant and less with Gwen we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"What?"

Arthur swore to himself as he watched the dumb look on Merlin face before losing it and grabbed Merlin's face pulling him into a kiss.

It was everything Arthur had imagined. Sweet. It was even better when Merlin kissed back, after a while they broke apart both panting and flushed.

"Oh." Was all Merlin said before pulling Arthur into another steamy kiss.

After that Arthur was happy again with his new happy lover Merlin but that did not tone down the protectiveness and possessiveness instead it made it worse as Arthur now threatened any man or woman who dared go near his lover, Merlin would say he was being a prat but a cute one but still a prat before giving him a kiss whispering my prince.